The ad for the estate sale promised seventy years accumulation. What we saw at the actual sale was more like "do we have enough to bother with a yard sale?" Aside from a collection of sewing machines and a latch hook Jesus rug, there wasn't anything interesting.
Then I saw this....
I should have put something in the pictures for scale, because you can't tell how big this is. Imagine the big packages of Quaker Oats. Full of gold glitter.
And did I mention that it was fifty cents? I bought it for the packaging because it's neat and old and that looks like such an insane ridiculous amount of glitter. But when we got home I carefully pried it open. Outside, because I didn't know what I was getting myself into.
I'm the very happy owner of an obscene amount of gold glitter. I can't even begin to justify it, but I knew this one would haunt me if I passed it up.
Would you have brought it home or left it behind?